Clint was rather like an overeager puppy sometimes. If he had floppy ears, they would have just perked up. Jamie snickered slightly at the mental image, casually leading Clint through the flat to the master bedroom which he had very carefully reworked with magic once he moved in. Smaller but definitely familiar.
He settled on the edge of the bed, looking up at Clint with a grin, "Strip for me then." He could certainly provide music if asked but for right now, he just grinned.